Not mine. Not yet.
But I really noted that ALL of the bloggers that were taking their blogs and running off into the sunset, had the confidence to keep pushing through with what they wanted to do, even if it wasn't always to the liking of others.
Pip Lincolne said "Lots of people love what I do, others don't. Get fucked. The end"
Trey Ratcliff said "Fight hate with awesome"
They're both right. And they are marvellous presenters. But nobody starts there. Though how I would love to have started there. Imagine!
Currently, I'm just allowing myself little flutters of 'Pip and Trey'. Because they are right.
I'm getting there - but it's not the blogging necessarily. It's the therapy. It's being loved. But the blogging definitely allows me to explore topics that I am interested in and throw my thoughts out for others to respond to however they will.
Some say "Howdy do"
Lots say nothing at all.
But I really do enjoy writing. As a 'personal blogger' it can be hard to work out what constitutes interesting to potential readers. And there is a school of thought that says write anyway. But I would suggest that very few writers write just for writing's sake. Like all things that we do in life, we hope we are resonating, sounding bells, connecting, impacting.
Clare Bowditch who apart from singing, acting and generally being very funny, runs a business called 'big hearted business' (which encourages you to do what you love, make money and save the world) talked about creating "a chunky online community that cares".
And that resonated with me, because online, just as in real life, we should be surrounding ourselves with people who are positive, are thoughtful, who are creative and who, most importantly, are kind.
Because we are ultimately, the sum of all the people and all the ideas, with which we surround ourselves.
And that is probably why those bloggers whose confidence I so admired, are successful. They are passionate about what they do, they were happy sharing the knowledge they had accumulated, they were looking for things to learn themselves and quite interestingly, not one of them was a tosser.
Seems the good guys don't always come last.